Honestly Though

I was told by a physio that exercise would improve my health… but it’s doing the opposite.

Arthritis injections, hormone chaos, olive comebacks and why half a pound still counts.

Honestly, though, 18 degrees on the 25th of February feels illegal.

Four eggs, fewer headaches and no sprinkles

Rain-soaked goodbyes, birthday chaos, sugar regrets at 2.45 am, and Biscoff in every possible form.

A week of colds, rain, diets, lies, and an ovary playing hide and seek

A sleepless night, a hot flush, and enough admin to power the National Grid.